CHAPTER SEVEN Willy
CHAPTER SEVEN Willy
Hundreds of Shee swarmed over the bright bridge.
Behind the galloping riders more Shee came fluttering on wings like butterflies.
Augusta stood up as if in a trance, her hands clasped over her heart.
"Oh, wow!" breathed Annie. "Keep playing!" shouted Jack. Annie blew into the whistle again.
The Shee flew and galloped along the wide, grassy bank.
Their horses, fleet as the wind, had arched necks and flaming eyes.
They moved faster and faster, swirling
